Welcome to 'A Montessori Home'.
With so many of our friends and family living in far-off lands, I hope that this blog might help our loved-ones get to know our gorgeous Finlay as he grows up. I also hope that these posts may provide inspiration, provoke thought and conversation about creating beautiful Montessori environments for infants and toddlers at home. I'm always happy to hear your comments, thoughts and suggestions. Feel free to pop in now and then to see what we're up to!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A Balancing Act

What a wonderful Christmas and New Year break we have had! It seems like forever since I last wrote a post, and so much has been happening. Big stuff. Like standing up!


While my sister and her partner were here visiting a few weeks ago, Fin was experimenting with letting go of the furniture and balancing for a few seconds at a time. It was as if he would hold his breath for those seconds and couldn't quite believe he was really doing it! Then suddenly last week, almost to the day he turned 10 months, he just decided to stand up all by himself. No furniture required, thank you very much. As with all new tricks, this is ALL he wants to do right now and he is so very happy about his new achievement.

Sometimes I forget that my parenting philosophy is a little different to the mainstream. I have been reminded of this fact a few times these past few weeks when well-meaning friends try to help Fin to stand or walk by holding his hands and coaxing him along. 'But isn't that what everyone does?!' 'Isn't that what good parents do?' 'How can you just sit by and watch a baby struggling like this...?'



Yet, if I stepped in at this stage, grasped his hands and helped him to walk, would I really be assisting him to develop? Does he really need me at this moment? Or is it me, the parent, who needs to be needed?

Maria Montessori believed that a child's work is sacred (and learning to walk is indeed work!) and is not to be interrupted. It is in these moments of concentration and struggle that the harmonious personality is formed.

And if I do step in to 'help'...? All I do is simply replace his own strength and will with my own. One of three things might then happen:
1) He accepts the help but learns that he is not capable of standing or walking by himself and will rely on help from an adult in future.
2) He senses that he is not developing fast enough. By holding his hands and urging him along we send the message that he should be walking, when at this moment all he might be ready for is standing (or sitting, or crawling...). Or
3) He fights against the help and sees it for what it is - an obstacle to his development.

All of these reactions have long-reaching consequences for the child's developing personality, because this isn't just about walking. This is about the way we see our child and the way our child sees himself. Each experience a child has, especially at this very young age, is absorbed into their whole being. If we can raise children who feel confident in their abilities and who know from experience what will come of sustained effort, imagine what amazing adults we will gift the world.

I do have a little giggle when I see Finlay wiggle away from a well-meaning 'helper' to find some clear space where he can practice this new skill all by himself. He gets this expression on his face as if to say, "What are you doing? Get out of my way so I can show you my new trick!".

So how can we help? There are many things we can do to assist a child in their development of movement. We can provide low furniture for pulling up, safe space for practicing, warm encouragement (without cheer leading - a warm smile is often enough), a safe lap and cuddle to retire to when they need it, and freedom from restraints like playpens, exer-saucers, walkers, bouncers etc. These do not teach children to walk, in fact they place them in unnatural physical positions, merely teaching them not to explore. Finally, we can find the patience and inner strength to sit and truly observe our child, marveling at these miraculous milestones while allowing him find joy in his own experience.

Sure enough, a few days after that first video I captured this one:


Joy and pride personified!


It is necessary for the teacher to guide the child without letting him feel her presence too much, so that she may always be ready to supply the desired help, but may never be the obstacle between the child and his experience.
(Dr. Maria Montessori)

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Small miracles

I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen.

Every book I've read on Montessori for 0-3 year olds proclaims the floor bed is an aid to the child's developing independence and promotes freedom of movement. Well, yes, I believe all that but how do you actually get them to sleep?? In our case, since Finlay was able to slither out of bed by himself (at about 6 months), he has been unable to go to sleep without breast-feeding. Why would you go to sleep when you could get out of bed and look at books, practice standing up, open and close the wardrobe, pull all of the clothes out of the wardrobe etc.? Though I questioned myself endlessly, I continued to feed him to sleep because I couldn't stand to listen to him crying when he had tired himself to exhaustion.

A few times Brent came out of Fin's room sighing, 'We're getting a cot.' Other days I considered trying a dummy. Neither of those items entered the house, purely because of my sheer determination (craziness?) to follow Montessori principles to the letter, but we definitely thought about it. Where had my faith gone?

As a Montessori teacher, I'm used to having faith in the 'child who is not yet there'. Even the most destructive child has the potential for goodness. The most timid child has the potential for bravery. But would my own little boy ever learn to go to sleep on his own, or was I destined to feed him to sleep forever?

Then yesterday, after I had left him in bed not-quite-asleep, something strange happened. I heard him moving around as usual, pulling things off his shelves, rattling his door, babbling to himself, complaining a little, then.... silence. After a little while I peeped in and he was asleep on his bed! The same thing happened this evening. We've turned the corner.

I don't expect this to be the last time he ever needs my assistance to get to sleep but at least now we know this new reality is possible. My faith is back.

Meanwhile, my days are still being spent arranging and re-arranging the furniture to come up with the best layout for our 0-3 environment. I think I'll be doing this for the next few weeks!
Happily, we now have enough space for Brent and I to practice our morning yoga, much to Fin's delight:


And a final goodbye from my new favorite spot....




Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Strawberries


Our first crop of strawberries for the season! I think they like the view because they have absolutely thrived since we moved to the new house.

I'm feeling much like those strawberries. The weeks we spent painting and moving into the house were utterly exhausting and stressful, but somehow I feel better now than I have all year. It must be true that nature revives the soul because when I wake up each morning and look out of our kitchen window at this magnificent view I feel filled up with happiness. The house itself has been another source of joy. Lovely, open spaces and tons of sunlight - what more could I ask for? It truly is the house I had dreamed of.

I've been visualising this house for a long time. Planning the layout, imagining how I would set up the space for my daycare business - every detail has been conjured up in daydreams and lists. I didn't realise how much weight all these details had accumulated on my shoulders. Now that I finally have the outlet to make it all reality I feel as light as a feather, and ridiculously happy.

I could go on and on about the new house and how incredible it has been to watch Fin explore our new space, but I'll have to save that for another day. For now, a pictorial celebration of nature, food and our nine-month-old Finlay....






Monday, November 15, 2010

Welcome to our new home

Welcome! Do come in...

With so little time to write (I've hardly packed a thing!), I'll let the pictures do the talking for this post. Painting is taking much longer than we expected and we're hoping it'll all be finished before moving the furniture on Friday... fingers crossed!

Let me take you on the tour:

Our lounge and dining areas, ready for their transformations...

Finlay, already busy exploring the deck area...

Hard at work...



And a fond farewell from Finlay in his favorite place in the world. This is our front window at the 'old' house. He spends so much time standing here, looking out at the world and watching the cars and people go by. I like to think of it as 'Fin's window'.




Sunday, November 14, 2010

A little inspiration...

And it begins!

Driving to our new house on Friday to officially receive our keys, we wondered, 'Will it be as lovely as we remember from the inspection??'. I was a little bit scared that the rooms I remembered to be large and airy would in fact be tiny and ugly... Happily, it was even better than we expected. What joy!

We took this house on the condition that we could paint the living spaces since the walls are looking quite dull and patchy. I also wanted to make sure that this space will be as healthy as possible for the little people in our care (and us), so repainting with BioPaints was no.1 on my list of things to do. Yesterday we prepped the walls and today we'll go in to finish the job.

I'll post our first photos tonight.

Meanwhile, I was freshly inspired by this video this morning, and thought I'd share it. Enjoy!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Changes...



I have sat down a number of times in the past few weeks to write this post, but never seem to get past the first few words before being distracted and putting it off for another day... I'm determined that today will be the day.

The reason for my absence? House hunting. Yes, it's finally time for us to pack up and move to that 'dream home' I have been longing for... space, sunlight, garden - this one has it all, plus chickens! We searched long and hard for this one and I'm so pleased to have finally signed the lease so we don't have to hunt any longer. We're getting the keys tomorrow and will spend a week painting and gardening before moving in next week. Exciting times!

Another exciting announcement is that along with this new home will come my new business - I'll be setting up a home-based Montessori daycare for 1-3 year olds. This is something I've been planning for a very long time and I'm so happy it is finally coming to fruition. It feels so good to have my brain working overtime, imagining, planning and determining every detail of the environment I'm about to create. I look forward to sharing the journey here at 'A Montessori Home'.

Meanwhile, Finlay powers on perfecting the art of standing, cruising, balancing and exploring every corner of the house. He's 8 months now... time is going by so fast. It seems like yesterday that we were celebrating how he could pull himself up to stand. Now he can balance by leaning against the furniture, climb onto our bed and get down safely (this took lots of practice to perfect!). One of my favorite new developments is that he is mimicking our vocal sounds now. Such a treat! Here's a video of Fin 'buzzing' with Daddy. Brent is a trumpet player, so he is thrilled that Fin has started buzzing his lips. Like daddy, like Fin :)



We're realising now that there is a reason Montessori floor-beds are recommended as single size ('twin' in the US). Finlay's cot-sized bed just isn't big enough to contain his tossing and turning and sleep-crawling. Many nights we find him like this:

Mostly though, being out of bed wakes him up which has resulted in many sleepless nights for him and us. Thank goodness he'll have his own bedroom in our new house so we can fit in a bigger bed for him.

So now we just need to get in this house and get started. I've ordered our Montessori materials from the US, collected tables, chairs and shelves from all over Auckland and now I'm ready to run with it. What fun!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

On his own two feet



Wasn't it just the other day I was marveling at how Finlay had finally gotten himself up on hands and knees?... Well, in all his excitement at being able to move around he joyfully discovered a new trick - standing up! And now that's all he wants to do. Anywhere, any time. Everywhere, all the time. Wherever there is something to pull himself up on, he's up.

It all started in the kitchen. For months now I had been wondering whether to invest in one of these pull-up bars, but alas I never got around to it (and I'm not sure where we would have put it anyway!). Last week while I was cooking in the kitchen, Fin followed me in there by himself for the first time. Being on the floor, he noticed the handle to the drawer under the oven. He experimented with getting one hand off the floor to reach for the handle... and then the other hand pulled him up to kneeling! Very pleased with himself indeed. From now on I'll have to be very careful to keep him out of the kitchen while the oven is on.



The very next morning I woke to Fin's face grinning at me from the side of the bed - he had pulled himself up to stand!

Since then he has been unstoppable, even while he's had a bad cold and must have been feeling quite miserable. The poor thing has been all snuffly, snot running down his face, and yet he's still determined to pull himself up on anything within reach. Most recently he's experimenting with letting go of one hand or lifting one foot at a time. Cruising is on it's way!

Now, if only he could figure out how to get back down again....

What is truly thrilling to watch is the intense concentration and repetition that is going on. In my 3-6 classroom I regularly observed children absorbed in their work, repeating again and again until they had perfected a new skill, but this is different. It seems that the younger a child is, the more forcefully their inner guide drives them forward and the more intensely they experience the joy that comes with that work. I hope that by refraining to interrupt his efforts and by patiently helping him up each time he tumbles down (only to get up and try again), he might be able to carry some of this joy and energy into his adulthood to come.


"A child who has become master of his acts through long and repeated exercises, and who has been encouraged by the pleasant and interesting activities in which he has been engaged, is a child filled with health and joy and remarkable for his calmness and discipline."
(Dr. Maria Montessori, 'The Discovery of the Child', Clio Press Ltd, 92)